Not the Same.

'You have to be cruel to be kind'?? 

Horse puckey. 

Cruelty is cruelty, and kindness kindness. 

Not the same. 

No sir...not the same thing at all.  

Half the problems on this planet stem from getting these two confused.


So stop doing it.
It's just mad.

 

Senso Humour.

Never let reality batter you senseless,

to the point where

you are no longer able to see
 

a miracle.

Love in All the Wrong Places...

'Looking for love in all the wrong places.' 

I know the popular view is that 'when you stop looking, that's when love finds you'.


I don't know about you...but most of my life I have been a seeker.

For me, and many other men- it's primal.

The hunter gatherer thing.


(I never had any problem finding sex- but I think we can all agree sex 'aint love.)


So...love??


I never- at any time in my life- felt easy with the notion that love would swing by my place and pick me up in a limo.


On the other hand...the harder I looked...

The further away from any kind of love I seemed to drift.


Then I would get frustrated.

& then angry.

Then desperate.


& there is nothing more off-putting than desperation.

Women can smell it a mile off.

It smells worse than our feet.


'looking for love in too many faces.'
 

The only 'wrong' in this song is the 'looking'.


Maybe love finds us. 

Provided we stop hunting...as if for prey...


& love ourselves. 


Then in the end, if you don't find your match...

at least you know you have yourself.


& if that feels like some kind of second prize...


Then you have to go back to the drawing board.

& romance yourself properly.

MIA...

I will likely put pen to paper about my observations re: America when I get back home. 

Bet you're on tender hooks. 

But one thing I CAN tell you; something is missing. 

I'm just not yet sure precisely what it is...perhaps that's the problem. 

I'm looking for something that is MIA...

Sewage Pipe Dreaming...

Nothing worse than therapists who are just as fucked up as their patients. 

At one time, I briefly toyed with the idea of being a counsellor, thinking I had some kind of life experience that might be of some use in guiding others. 

Bullshit. 

I am in NO position to counsel anyone.  

Empathise with them, yes.  Relate to them, yes.  Share, yes. 

But counsel?   Pigs Arse.

One thing I can tell you for sure- I'm am fumbling along as blindly as anyone else. 

The more I travel...the more I realise this. 

Sometimes I feel we are all crawling along on our hands and knees in a dark sewerage pipe,

& a good day is when we are not bitten by a rat. (& learning to be cheerful about that, one of our greatest challenges.)  

It seems like...all of us are fumbling desperately...still crawling through the same crap...hoping if we just stick with it...

we will finally find the way out.


Or maybe it's just me.

Ghosts in Memphis...

 

It's 4am and I am wide awake in Memphis. 

Just like the little Italian lady in 'Mystery Train'. 

& it's official; I now believe in the supernatural. 

There are indeed ghosts, spirits, strange occurrences in this town- & ipso facto- the world at large. 

Who would have thought. 

You are looking at one of the most cynical, sceptical people around. 

Frankly?  I fully expected to live my entire life safe in the knowledge that everything is perfectly explainable using science and logic. 

That there is NOTHING supranatural going on.

But now?? 

That has gone out the window.     

I realise this is a tease...but I cannot say what happened. 

(I'm sorry.  I guess those who know me personally will understand, and those who don't won't care.

& it is for those who DO care I write this elusive missive.)
 
I'm not sure I will EVER be able to say what has changed my mind. A part of me would love to...

But you just wouldn't believe it. 

I'm not sure I believe it. 

In fact- I am questioning my own sanity. 


But it happened. 

& it has changed FOREVER my view of the paranormal; extinguished every shred of doubt that there is some grand scheme to things. 

I must admit- I have always WANTED to believe there is a prevailing logic to the universe...'something out there', if you will...

something 'in charge with it's own rational grand plan'...

but never really had any proof of it. 

Now I do. 

I'm a believer. 

Now- beyond any shadow of a doubt...which is probably why I cannot tell the story.  

Maybe this is just for me. 

Maybe each of us needs to see the truth of the preternatural for ourselves in our own way. 

Otherwise, how else would we believe something so outlandish, so totally unbelievable???? 


So perhaps the story is better left untold. 


Trust me on this.

:(

I am disturbed by many things. 

But teens drugging girls and raping them- writing profanities on their unconscious bodies and posting the deed on FB until the victim commits suicide- just about takes the cake. 

It makes me gag.  Literally. 

The only thing that gives me any pleasure is fantasizing about taking my revenge on these twisted young swine- & that 'aint a great state of affairs either. 

Women are NOT places to rub our cocks. 

They are human beings. 

Living, breathing, thinking, feeling human beings. 

This bullshit must stop. 

If it does not...we deserve to become extinct. 

Frankly? 

Sometimes I tend to think women would get along fine without us.

There are some good guys out there...

but there seem to be some very very bad ones as well. 

Self loathing man?

Perhaps.

But there is much to loathe.

:(